H EY, my kitten, my kitten, And hey, my kitten, my deary! Such a sweet pet as this Was neither far nor neary. Here we go up, up, up, And here we go down, down, downy; YOUNG lambs to sell! You Young lambs to sell! If I'd as much money as I can tell, I never would cry, Young lambs to sell! R OCK-A-BYE, baby, thy cradle is green; Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen; And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring; And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king. |